
Once upon a time there was a story that was famous throughout the continent, it told of a witch from the elven race who in her life traveled from one place to another.
The witch was adored by many even when she visited from one place to another her existence was very much awaited by everyone.
He always resolved the problems they faced until a time when he arrived in one of the kingdoms, all the soldiers surrounded him from all directions.
The magician looked puzzled as he looked at the tip of the weapon aimed at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Her Majesty the king asked you to come to his palace, therefore come with us."
All the inhabitants were about to protest but he stopped them and chose to follow the soldiers, until at a palace he could see a king sitting haughtily with various jewels in his hands.
"I hear you're the most powerful witch, I want to ask you something?"
"All the stories about me are nothing but superfluous, but if there's anything I can help then I'll be happy to give it to you."
"Then I want you to go to war with this royal army.With your strength we will definitely be able to achieve our goals long ago."
"I'm sorry for my stupidity, but what kind of purpose is that?"
"We want to start a war with another kingdom and expand our territory..I heard you left your homeland as an elf, because that's fine if we take it, right?"
The witch lowered her head, though she had left her residence she never had the slightest hatred for her own race.
Of course, it makes the witch angry, especially starting a war is not something trivial.
"What if I refuse?"
"Then you will be punished, you will become my slave and produce strong children as the successor of this kingdom in the end they will give glory to the human kingdom."
The witch laughed like a madman.
"It's ridiculous, it's people like you who bring destruction to this world."
All the soldiers were about to point their weapons at the magician but they were instantly thrown away. The witch grinned.
The witch began to cast spells.
Outside the kingdom about five magic circles appeared, from the magic circle fell terrible creatures that until now were referred to as disaster creatures.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll all know."
The witch simply disappeared and since then her existence has never been known again and she ended up being known as the witch of darkness, an elf with black hair who brought disaster upon the world.
Encouraging Ardhi who was reading a book, Lynn hugged him from behind.
It produced a gentle touch at some point that instinctively made Ardhi feel comfortable.
"What are you reading?"
Lynn looked at the cover of the book and found that it was a story about herself in the past.
"That story is too much, instead it's written as if I'm a monster."
Perhaps Ardhi would agree with that, if he looked deeper it was the king who looked more like a monster.
"They drew you well, I think Lynn looked cute."
"I'm cute? I want to see."
Ardhi opened several sheets featuring a painting of Lynn in the past, she was wearing a black hooded witch robe and her hair was cut to the shoulder.
"I have not changed at all, according to master I am better off with short or long hair."
"I think both are good."
"That's not an answer at all."